happened to the body? Nigga M.I.A. [Verse 2:] In that metal, where you headed nigga? To the fucking gun range. Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking
we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic And I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck
motherfuckers? [I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is
I'm gonna blast hoe Fuck the five o And the motherfuckin jumpin grass Searching a real nigga in his draws Like they ass a fag Get yo god damn hands of a real
x Thug Money got blood on it Plus a little residue Boa, I'm telling you I put my heart on it Tha thug Money got blood on it Tha thug Money got blood on
flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic and I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck
yo hood wish you would try to flex boss pistol in my dwars hollywood north memphis boss muthafucka lossed if he real he could talk street stiil because of me I keep real
Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws Kept it real